That boy had a grin like a cat, wider then a grape fruit. dust covered his pale ripped trousers and fell on his shoulders his greasy thick black hair hung in unevenly cut bangs and his eyes were round and clear and full of wonder, that jackal boy.
"I was drunk and my vision was hazy but I could still see those beautiful blue eyes, his dirty blonde hair falling perfectly on his face making him... Irresistible"
It wasn't Masons tattoos or the way he dressed that caught Angelina's attention but rather his freedom or his carelessness as he spoke she undoubtedly had feelings for him but the question was is she willing to face the consequences for loving a man like him?
